CHRISTMAS
drop-capA boywas born at Bethlehemthat knew the haunts of Galilee.He wandered on Mount Lebanon,and learned to love each forest tree.But I was born at Marlborough,and love the homely faces there;and for all other men besides’tis little love I have to spare.I should not mind to die for them,my own dear downs, my comrades true.But that great heart of Bethlehem,he died for men he never knew.And yet, I think, at Golgotha,as Jesus’ eyes were closed in death,they saw with love most passionatethe village street at Nazareth.
drop-capA boywas born at Bethlehemthat knew the haunts of Galilee.He wandered on Mount Lebanon,and learned to love each forest tree.But I was born at Marlborough,and love the homely faces there;and for all other men besides’tis little love I have to spare.I should not mind to die for them,my own dear downs, my comrades true.But that great heart of Bethlehem,he died for men he never knew.And yet, I think, at Golgotha,as Jesus’ eyes were closed in death,they saw with love most passionatethe village street at Nazareth.
drop-capA boywas born at Bethlehemthat knew the haunts of Galilee.He wandered on Mount Lebanon,and learned to love each forest tree.
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A boywas born at Bethlehem
that knew the haunts of Galilee.
He wandered on Mount Lebanon,
and learned to love each forest tree.
But I was born at Marlborough,and love the homely faces there;and for all other men besides’tis little love I have to spare.
But I was born at Marlborough,
and love the homely faces there;
and for all other men besides
’tis little love I have to spare.
I should not mind to die for them,my own dear downs, my comrades true.But that great heart of Bethlehem,he died for men he never knew.
I should not mind to die for them,
my own dear downs, my comrades true.
But that great heart of Bethlehem,
he died for men he never knew.
And yet, I think, at Golgotha,as Jesus’ eyes were closed in death,they saw with love most passionatethe village street at Nazareth.
And yet, I think, at Golgotha,
as Jesus’ eyes were closed in death,
they saw with love most passionate
the village street at Nazareth.
E. Hilton Young